A Poem by Cheryl Darby
Chirping melodies so clear,
For all who listen to hear.
With a curious mind,
I opened my blinds.
Standing at the root of the tree,
Were two birds in sight to see.
On the branch up ahead,
A cardinal so pretty and red
And a blue jay,
To make my day.
They make their nests in the tree,
With wings they fly free.
They protect their young,
As their songs are sung.
*Inspired by the birds who sing such beautiful songs.
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